Monday, January 3, 2011

headrush

his eyes were the slightly-unnatural blue of lit-up aquariums filled with bright water; looking at them was to risk developing an addiction. his voice sounded like heat or a magnet and saturated the air. he was so sultry and cultish that he seemed like he was covered in halogen. when he walked by there was suddenly the dizzying spin of being at a very high altitude where the air is too thin to breathe properly.

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